My Ranking Points
Putting my toothbrush into my silver suitcase, I closed it. Done packing for the School for Good it was time for me to say goodbye to Betsy. I grabbed my suitcase and Flower Ground ticket, walking slowly memorizing my small closet like bedroom. I turned around, opened the door and said my last goodbye to it. I stalked towards the staircase and waited at the top for Mallory. I hear a door opening and the click clacking of high heels on the floor, slowly coming closer to me. I looked down the long hallway just in time to see Mallory’s grand entrance. Her long brown hair was brushed just right, so the sunlight that entered the room gave her hair a little glow. She was wearing a nice tight fitting dress that was a nice hue of pink ( just a heads up Mallory is obsessed with anything pink, I seriously mean it. She has an addiction to it.) that set off her ocean blue eyes. My mouth popped open at the site of her. I have never seen her dress up but when she does, she blows all of the competition away. Mallory laughs seeing me check out her outfit “Better close your mouth Brandy before you catch a fly.” At that I bust out laughing. I hold my stomach and put on my best smile. I stand straighter and out my arm like a prince would when he was taking a princess into a ballroom. “My lady will you kindly accompany me to the front door and into the flower ground?” I ask in a British accent to top it off. “Why yes I would love to accompany you” Mallory says in a posh British accent. She grabs my arm and we walk down the staircase with our heads held high, feeling like we were the rulers of the world. When we reached the bottom of the staircase we saw Betsy with tears in her eyes. I rush over to her and hug her tight. Betsy was the mother that I have never had. “Don’t worry Betsy, I will write everyday and so will Mallory, I will force her to other wise.” That last part caused Betsy to laugh as she let me out of her mamma bear hug. “Just be good and keep your grades or points or… whatever they do their up!” I looked into Betsy’s kind brown eyes one last time before I followed Mallory out the doors of the orphanage. We stopped on a patch of grass and was pulled down into the flower ground. I couldn’t believe my eyes it was so big. You had vines, flowers, pond lilies, everything woodsie that you could think of. I looked left and right and left again, not able to believe that I was on the famous flower ground. The green vine we were on took off with speed towards a sparkling sign that said school for good. Once we got to where we were supposed to get off, we were lifted up towards the ceiling of the flower ground. I took hold of Mallory’s hand expecting to get squashed by the ceiling but instead we went right through it sprouting like flowers out of the ground. I opened my eyes and right in front of me was the sparkling crystals blue and pink towers of the School for Good.
To Be Continued